Kali Maa came in the night

and whispered as I slept:

‘It’s time’

 

Time.

From the deepest winter

troubled slumber

technicolour dreams of open winged flight

 

Closer to the sun

Not like Icarus

But wiser, older, learned

Knowing how to rise

and be carried by conflicting winds

 

But these wings, this scream,

Never seen, never heard

Emerging from the longest hibernation into

the brightest day

 

Coming into all that I am.

The cage door was always open

I stayed safe, in care and comfort.

 

And now it’s my time.